Title: Screaming I love you at the top of my lungsAuthor: Catslove17Fandom: Japanese Popular CulturePairing: 1) Maki/Ryo, 2) Maki/YamapiGenre: Romance and AU?Rating: 1) Pg 13, 2) PGWord Count: 1) 300, 2) 561Disclaimer: Owned by JE and Sweet Power, I also think I stole the title from one of joechenglover 's userpics. And also I received inspiration for the yamaki piece from imm0rtal_piglet ' s translation, which for some reason refuses to link right now. Summary: 1) Maki and Ryo realise they're of the same kin 2) Maki is the love of elementary Yamapi's life. If only he knew it tooAuthor's Notes: For xperfect_lines, because she wanted a Makido, and I wanted to write one. Sorry it took so long, I still maintain that this is the hardest pairing to write for. I hope it satisfies. Also for xcry because I lost a bet, and she won fair and square. Special mentions go to missiemae who found the article and recently just told me her theory, which I fully endorse.

I'm quite proud of my Makido drabble, but I think the ending was sort of abrupt and strange, as if I had planned to write a fic, and then randomly cut it short, for the yamaki drabble. So please forgive me xcry

Sorry for the recent spam as of late, and they all seem to be on a Sunday too! I'll most likely delte this post (well, except for the birthday shout out). I'll add these drabble onto my previous drabble post as this was requested by both users, just to tidy things up. But I am posting this so people know I've written them. Yes. I am a comment whore

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It was a known fact of life that pretty girls got together with pretty boys. Had pretty children and died a pretty death.

It was the leftovers that had to be dealt with.

Maki was a left over. She had grasped the concept long ago. She simply wasn’t meant to find true love or live a glamorous life. It was the leftovers that had to support the pretty ones. Live the common life, do the common jobs, have the same common dreams.

Ryo was a left over. He’d known it for some time now. Everyone around him was pretty, in fact if Tegoshi were any more so, he’d be a girl. He wasn’t like everyone else, and despite being included in group hangouts and knowing “the latest buz”, living like his friends (with a different girl each nigh) he just didn’t fit into that sort of society, no matter how hard he tried to cram. He wasn’t suppose to have a gorgeous girlfriend, or friends that would last forever.

She’d met him at a bar, sitting with his friends, laughing, his arm around a girl. She didn’t know what it was about him that called out to her. What made her gaze linger a little longer. Something in his appearance. Perhaps it was the way his arm seemed to slip from around her shoulders onto the top of the booth or the way his eyes sometimes shifted to the clock on the wall, maybe it was the way his laugh began after and ended before everyone else’s. And before she properly thought out what she'd say or do, she found herself walking over. To this stranger. For whatever evidence she used to support her rash decision, nothing could compete with the unshakeable feeling that he was just the same as her.

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He watched her curiously. A blur of red, white and yellow that kept falling down over and over, rolling inevitably towards him. He’d liked her, had for quite a while actually. He could even pin point the date.

It was Friday, and with the weekend around the corner, Yamapi had been excited. Toma was going to come over to his house for a sleepover, and they would watch movies and read manga for as long as they could. They’d promised to bring torches, so as to convince his parents they were sleeping whilst they were really telling each other stories, and they would try to break their previous record of staying up until 10pm. He’d finished all his homework during lunch time, and in less than half and hour the fun would begin. Suddenly an unforeseeable force had knocked him over, and he found himself splayed across the side walk, next to a mess of black hair and a tornado of stationary.

He’d picked himself up, dusting off his pants, getting down to help the girl pick up her books like his mother had taught him. He watched her pick up her bag and stuff the books he offered her into it.

“Sorry for bumping into you” The unknown girl apologized and bowed, hastily sticking one arm into the loop of her backpack.Yamapi, tried to smile even though she’d considerably delayed him from his sleepover with Toma. After all he could be there at his house right now!“It’s fine, It happens to me-” Yamapi stopped, noticing the large nasty graze on her right knee, bleeding freely down her leg, and a long shallow nick on her left forearm.“Are you okay? Your knee is bleeding”The girl looked down at her leg, noticing the blood, grabbing the sleeve of her shirt, she rubbed off the running red liquid. “It’s nothing” she replied, still using her sleeve to stem the flow, “happens all the time”.Yamapi was surprised. Most girls he knew would be crying now, curled into the fetal position screaming for their mothers.

Then uttering one last sorry, she’d left just as suddenly as she’d came running past him, hair flying, backpack jogging up and down, an invisible red ribbon trailing behind her stretching and unfurling between them.

And from then on, his eyes had seemed to search for her all the time. At school. At the playground. At the supermarket. In busy crowds. In his dreams.

Everyone he knew used the word love. His mum and dad, both of whom “loved” him and each other. Characters on television and even his best friend Toma, who was “in love” with the cute girl who sat in the very front of their classroom. It seemed only natural to apply the word love to his situation right now. His eyes widened when he saw her, his heart felt funny when it seemed like she would talk to him and a blush would stain his otherwise cute chubby face when she was within a three meter radius.

She was pretty, and he wanted her to be his girlfriend one day, like Jin and Eiko. Jin had boasted of how they held hands, and how he was going to marry her when he grew up. Yamapi wanted that too, with this girl, his girl, who was always falling and tripping, tumbling right into his heart.

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You're not suppose to comment now! I was going to shift this drabble into the previous thread, and collect your comment there, but the html started stuffing up. Now I can't bare to delete this entry .....

Thank you so much for reading. I'm so very glad that you approve, and I'm sure that's an exageration *blush*

Good Practise

I have to write from a child's point of view (or so) for my To Kill a Mockingbird assignment. So I guess this is practise, I find kids incredibly hard to write. I either make them too intelligent or too immature.

I know you don't mind spammage, but I feel bad for the rest of my flist, who have to stick with me unloading my rants upon them.

Already?!

soo i'll start. thanks for the mention and i'm glad you love the theory. Oh I do believe Yamapi would fall in love with someone clumsy in his very calm collected life. He needs those type of things. And we would like to believe that girl is Maki. Just like when she ripped her skirt! ... he must've been head over heels then! lol. I loved it, Tomapi reading mangas all night xD! I want more Neko-ai. (even though it's Mimi-chan's story =P)

and in your Makido. Theres one line that tingled me funny.Perhaps it was the way his arm seemed to slip from around her shoulders onto the top of the booth or the way his eyes sometimes shifted to the clock on the wall, maybe it was the way his laugh began after and ended before everyone else’s.You portrayed him being uncomfortable without even saying. Beautiful.

They do need to be longer Neko-ai! So I can roll around in all of this Neko-ai love drabbles. =)

Re: Already?!

I was motivated! Thanks for the heads up on the awesome article translation.

The theory rocks. Simply because it's true. I think Maki could definitely be that scatter brained idiot, she's admitted to being clumsy before.

I thought it would end up being a fic, and I did think I ended it abruptly, but I don't know.

I didn't how to portray Ryo. I know fairly little about him. On one hand he's a mean shot guy, and at other times he's like this sort of insane giddy cute short guy ..... but I do know that he's different. (Oh god where am I going with this?)

Thank you so much for supporting me and reading like you always do. I love you so much!

The world is spinning with love.

He watched her curiously. A blur of red, white and yellow that kept falling down over and over, rolling inevitably towards him. He’d liked her, had for quite a while actually. He could even pin point the date.Best first liner in a ficlet I read all month. It just sets the mood and I could just see it with my own eyes. God I love how you write.

Yamapi wanted that too, with this girl, his girl, who was always falling and tripping, tumbling right into his heart.Because clumsy girls are so different. I love that about Maki.

Thank you for writing this for me. I love it to bits as much as I love you.

Now...to spam on the Makido...

It was a known fact of life that pretty girls got together with pretty boys. Had pretty children and died a pretty death.

It was the leftovers that had to be dealt with.I love the concept of leftovers, it's quite different from the usual stuff i read, so cookies to you for that idea.

God I love you

You;re much too kind. Thanks for reading (even though you had to because this was for you! *chortle*)

I had a few doubt about the way the fic ended sort of abruptly but with this comment you've put my mind at ease. At one point I wanted to make it so that Yamapi liked "her" because she needed help, and protecting? You know because she fell down all the time, but then I realised that he was just a little kid, and the testosterone levels probably hadn't kicked in by then .... ^^;;

Originally it was a Yamaki bunny. Because people are always commenting on how Maki and Pi, two very pretty people, should get together and make mountains of pretty babies. Not that I don't think Maki and Ryo aren't pretty. Because they are.

So much love, so much happiness. What I feel for you? This is what love is.

At the time (and I still do) I wanted to write an ordinary love story. One were the relationship doesn't have to overcome many obstacles, and so on so forth. So I guess I sort of did that in a way. I wanted to make it so that they were ordinary, maybe even unnecessary.

Yamapi so lost is innocence. I don't know why I keep on portraying him so nicely. I hate him sometimes.

I imagine Maki didn't think much, and that she doesn't even remember him. At least I hope.